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Originally Posted by BethRags
So my cat has been diagnosed with diabetes. Tomorrow I'm to take her to the vet and learn how to give her injections twice a day. She is a great cat, very trusting, sweet, and loyal. And funny. I'm so nervous about giving the injections. The monthly cost for insulin is cruel. As usual, my husband flipped out on me when I explained the situation to him. There's never a word of support or empathy that comes out of his mouth. It's just yelling at me. I was feeling pretty strong about all of this - until he tore me down. Now I just want to crawl into bed.
My therapist is pressuring me to get a job. I don't know where she's coming up with that one. For one thing, my husband and I have had an online business for 12 years and I work at that. We actually get along best when we're working together. I was at my last job for 13 years. I'm exhausted from working since I was 14 years old. Plus, I'm on disability and don't want to lose it.
I'm by myself now (with my 5 cats); I'm going to work on regaining the optimism I felt this morning. I resent being stomped on by people who should be supportive.
Popsicles all around - in your favorite flavor!
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Beth, I’m so sorry for everything that’s happening to you right now. I wish your husband was being supportive. I hope you’ll be able to get the medicine that Sid needs. Please know that you’re not alone. We’re here for you. Sending hugs.